Playing to Win (The Players #3)

by Monica Murphy

“I love it when you call me baby.”

“Yeah? Better than Red?” “I like that too,”

“I’ll leave first. I’m not going to let you stand out there all by yourself, waiting for me.” Her eyes go soft. “Aw, you’re so protective.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” She has no clue. I can’t stand the idea of her being hurt or alone out in the dark, shivering while standing in front of the bar. Dudes walking by, leering at her. No way. Fuck that. I want to take care of her.

I watch her practically fall back into the seat, smothering the laugh that wants to escape. She’s so damn cute. Beautiful. Sexy. Fun. Easy to talk to. Sexy.

God, she’s beautiful.

It means something, that she thinks I’m a big deal. I don’t care what anyone else thinks about me. Just her.

We won. And I’m hoping I can claim Ruby Maguire as my prize.

Acey Baby.” A growl leaves him and I giggle even more. “Did you really just call me that?” I nod. “You don’t like it?”

“Guess I only like it when you call me that,” he murmurs, his face in mine, so close I can feel his breath feather across my lips. “No one else.”

This is what I’ve been craving since our last encounter. His hands on me. The delicious way his touch makes me feel.

“So you like all the parts.” My breath stalls in my lungs when he sweeps his hand down the outside of my thigh, making me quiver. “Only your parts.” His smile is soft. Intimate. “I guess I’m a Ruby man.” Oh my God. He shouldn’t say things like that. My heart is soaring out of my chest and my head is filled with all sorts of ridiculous thoughts. Like what we share could turn into something real, which is impossible. I need to keep this moment light. Sexy.

“I’m going to savor you tonight.”

“I want to touch you everywhere.” He kisses my cheek, his hand sliding down to rest on my stomach. “Kiss you everywhere.” I nod, needing to hear more.

“And after I make you come at least once, maybe twice, I’m going to fuck you.” He removes his hand from my stomach to rest it on my throat, his fingers curling around it lightly. “You want that?” I nod, loving how he calls it fucking.

His other fingers streak across my throat. It’s sensory overload and I love it and I never want him to stop. What makes it even better? He’s doing this because he knows I like it and God, I do. I actually love it. It feels like he owns me and for some weird reason, that’s what I want. For Ace Townsend to claim me. Own me. Completely.

“Always so wet,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fucking love that about you.” He shouldn’t use the word love so freely around me. A girl could start to get the wrong idea.

“Baby, we need to get these clothes off of you,” he says, and I can’t take it when he calls me that. Baby. It’s the sweetest thing. The sexiest thing.

“Want me to lick it?” he asks, his voice so deep it sounds like he’s growling. I nod furiously, desperate for him to lick it. “Beg.” “Wha?” I frown, finding it difficult to speak full words.

“Beg for it, Red. I wanna hear you beg for my mouth and my fingers on your pretty pink pussy. Can you do that? Tell me what you want, baby. Let me hear it.”

“Beg for my tongue. You know I can make you come with it. You’re already close.”

“Come on. I wanna hear you use your manners.”

“P-please, please,”

“I need you to…”

“You need me to what?” “Lick my pussy,”

“What else do you want? Get creative. Tell me exactly what you need, and make it as dirty as possible.”

“You’re safe with me, Ruby.” His voice rings with sincerity. “You can say whatever you want. Ask for whatever you want. No judgment.” His words are like a dam breaking inside me.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers and your tongue,” I whisper. “I want you to suck my clit. I want you to put your whole mouth on my pussy and suck and lick me. I want to ride your face, and after you make me come, I want you to kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips.”

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Red.”

“I haven’t fucked anyone in ages.” “Define ages.” “Since you came back into my life.”

Aw, he’s so cute. And sexy. And easy to rile up. But I forget about all of those thoughts when he slides deeper, entering me until we’re both completely still, getting used to each other. I feel so full of him, stretched out completely because he’s long and thick. Like a dream dick, if I’m being real with myself, and of course Ace has a dream dick. He’s a dream guy. It makes sense that he’d come properly equipped.

“Jesus, I can’t take this.” Ace pulls out of my body completely, grabbing my waist and giving me a tug. “Roll over.” I glance over my shoulder at him. “Why?”

“Because I want to look at your beautiful face when I make you come.” Oh God. He says things like that and I want to melt. I want to fling myself at him and never let him go. Ever.

I want to watch the orgasm consume her. I want to stare into her beautiful eyes and kiss her luscious lips and fuck her into oblivion. I want to hear her whisper my name, feel her pussy pulsate around my dick as she wrings my own orgasm out of me. Fuck, I’m about to come just from the thought of it.

“Oh God. Ace.”

“I have a question,” I say after a few minutes. “What is it?” I rest my cheek against hers, whispering close to her ear, “What’s your opinion on ass play?” She bursts out laughing. “I’ve never really thought about it before.” “Well, think about it. With me.”

“Because I want to play with yours.” “Using what?” “My fingers.” My arms tighten around her waist, pulling her closer. “My mouth. My tongue. Eventually my cock.”

“Are you into that sort of thing?” “Not really. Until you,” I s...

Only because I want to claim every single part of her ...

Is Ruby Maguire turning into my dream girl? Apparently, the answer is yes.

Most of the time I forget she’s Knox’s sister. She’s just Ruby to me.

I can’t imagine Ruby hellbent on ruining me, like Coach says. I think she likes me too damn much to want to fuck with me.

I’m sick to my stomach. It’s too late. Ruby and I took it pretty damn far. We’ve had sex—multiple times in one night. All I can think about is her. How am I supposed to keep our relationship strictly professional? Give me a break. We’re too far gone for that.

Where the hell is Ruby?

We were wrapped up in each other all night long and it was awesome and I’m dying to do it again.

Acey Baby: What are you doing? Me: Avoiding football players at all costs. Acey Baby: Including me? Me: Especially you. Acey Baby: Ouch. That’s harsh.

Acey Baby: No one knows about us. Me: Right and we need to keep it that way.

Acey Baby: I can’t stop thinking about it. Acey Baby: Can’t stop thinking about you.

Acey Baby: Let’s hang out. Me: Tonight???? Acey Baby: Yeah. I want to see you again. Acey Baby: Get you naked again. Acey Baby: Fuck you all night. What do you say?

“I need to see you.”